Lakota lurches away from the bay stallion as Ironclad comes charging in, defending her from the dangerous male by brusquely shoving her back. With a startled bleat she nearly trips over her own feet as she backs away, and nearly runs into the small spotted mare that had always accompanied uncle Letavice.

Her mind, already confused and distracted by the toxins coursing through her blood, barely manages to work through enough of the situation to turn tail and flee in the opposite direction of the stranger. Somewhere off to the side lurks the small pony mare whose land borders them to the side, and not far from them are the vaguely familiar figures of two colts she had seen in passing in the Cove.

It was all too much for the girl, and she skitters deeper into the Inlet, tracing paths of memory away from the group until she at last feels safe and her head somewhat clearer. She still had no idea what was going on back there, but at least she was no longer so dizzy that she felt she might fall flat on her face. Sides heaving, she sought a private place where she might be able to recover her head, and slumped against the wall to wait out whatever chaos she had left behind.

Ironclad was going to be so mad at her.